At the entrance of the alley in Old Stone Alley, a group of students was talking excitedly.
Jingguo hadn't produced a national poem in decades, but now, two had appeared consecutively, and one was right in front of their eyes. They were all overwhelmed with emotion.
Even the nobles were praising Fang Yun non-stop. In front of a national poem, the gap between commoners and nobles no longer existed. All that was left was the respect of scholars for literature.
"This person's talent can only be described as shocking. He's really full of wisdom."
"Fortunately, he wrote it here. If he wrote it at the beach, the line 'The water is not deep, but the dragon is spiritual' would definitely alarm the Dragon Palace. It's hard to say whether it's good or bad."
"Those dragons are different from normal demons. They love fame the most. Back then, Duke Jian Mei injured a dragon grandson, but the dragon grandson wasn't angry. Instead, he praised Duke Jian Mei as he ran, saying that they would compete again someday. "
"If Zhuge Liang, Yang Xiong, and Confucius, the three sages in 'The Epigraph of My Shack' knew that their descendants were like this, they would be very happy."
"We scholars have sages in our hearts, and thousands of soldiers in our stomachs. How can our residence be simple? That Yan Yue really has a pair of dog eyes! "
"Ambition is the root of literature. This person used his humble abode to make his ambition stand shoulder to shoulder with the three sages. He's like a tiger that has grown wings. His talent in literature is probably going to be deeply rooted."
"Back then, Confucius only had his achievements after many years of training. Fang Yun came from a poor family, and he studied hard for many years. Once 'The Epigraph of My Shack' was published, he naturally became famous."
"Jingguo … How dare you! Who's driving a carriage in the city? "
"Shh, can't you see that's a carriage from the Judicial Division?"
"But … but you can't drive so fast in the city. What if you hurt someone?" The person's aura immediately weakened.
"There should be a big shot inside, at least a High Scholar. They shouldn't hurt anyone with the carriage. Huh? Why is there a fast carriage behind us? It looks like it's from the Supervisory Division. The big shots from the Judicial Division and the Supervisory Division are all here. They're only missing the Judicial Division. Did something happen to some official and force all three divisions to come out? "
"This is bad! On the other side, there's also a carriage from the city guards. Why does it look like they're trying to surround us? Are they here to capture us? "
"If I can be surrounded and captured by so many big shots, I won't die in vain."
"That seems to be the carriage of the prefectural government."
All the scholars stopped talking about the Epigraph of My Shack. Many of them felt guilty even though they had not done anything. The scene before them was too frightening. Capturing monsters into the city was nothing more than this.
The express carriages were getting closer and closer. Suddenly, six extremely loud and clear horse neighs came from the east. All the horses were trembling, and a few of them were even kneeling on the ground.
The speeding carriages immediately slowed to a stop, and all the horses, out of the control of their drivers, leaned against the wall in horror, and made a path.
Six silver-white horses, one head taller than the average horse and three feet longer than the average horse, appeared, pulling a carriage. These six horses held their heads high and didn't even bother to look at the other horses.
Unlike ordinary horses, these six horses didn't have horse hair, but thick silver-white scales.
"Why is the Duke of Jian Mei here, the only Six-Horned Dragon Horse in Jiangzhou?" A scholar whispered.
The people on the carriages started cursing.
"The prefectural government is so impressive. Those who know you will think that you are a scholar, but those who don't know will think that you are a saint!"
"Li Wenying! Do you still care about your old comrade? "
"Humph, if the Duke of Jian Mei is shameless enough to compete with me, a mere Jinshi, for a piece of paper, I will definitely give in."
One by one, the officials got off the carriages. All the officials with real power in the Great Yuan Prefecture were gathered together.
The fourth-rank magistrate of the Judicial Department, the fifth-rank prefect of the Great Yuan Prefecture, the fifth-rank prefect of the prefectural government, the fifth-rank prefect of the prefectural government, the fifth-rank prefect of the prefectural army, and the sixth-rank deputy general of the city guard were all present.
The scholars present were dumbfounded. Were these the same officials who usually appeared to be friendly on the surface? Why were they all at loggerheads, and why were they all looking at Li Wenying with resentment?
At this moment, these people had completely abandoned their identities as officials and appeared as scholars.
The Dragon Horse could scare the other horses, but it couldn't scare the scholars and Jinshi.
The six Dragon Horses had no choice but to stop. They kept snorting and galloping, eager to fight. Each Dragon Horse could fight a scholar alone. Except for Li Wenying, they were not convinced by anyone.
Li Wenying, who looked to be in his early thirties, lifted the curtain and walked out. He looked around at the crowd and smiled. His two sword-like eyebrows looked even more valiant.
"How are you? My Dragon Horse has a bad temper. You have to bear with it, "Li Wenying said with a smile.
The six Dragon Horses immediately neighed loudly and raised their heads high.
Magistrate Sun confidently said, "I heard that you snatched the original manuscript of 'Tales of the Pillow' from Registrar Zhou and also annotated the 'Three Character Classic'. It can be said that you have gained both fame and fortune. How can you not be satisfied?"
A fifth-rank official questioning a third-rank official was something unimaginable before the rise of the Notre-Dame. But now, everyone felt that it was normal and thought that Magistrate Sun had the strength of a scholar.
Li Wenying said calmly, "The Guts Refining Poem is a famous work that only appears once in a hundred years. I am the head of the prefectural government, the teacher of tens of thousands of people, and a Grand Scholar. If this' Epigraph of My Shack 'can help me become a great scholar, everyone will be happy. "
"That's not right. Who doesn't know of Duke Jian Mei's talent? Sage Chen once said that you will become a great scholar in twenty years. Why are you fighting with us Grand Scholars over this? "
Head Inspector Zhu, who was in his sixties, suddenly said, "I am a High Scholar. Can't I fight for it?"
"It's just a slip of the tongue. Lord Zhu, please don't misunderstand. Don't fall into Li Wenying's trap. I have always respected your impartiality. If I get my hands on the 'Epigraph of My Shack', I will definitely let you have a look," Magistrate Sun said.
"What do you mean by 'if you get your hands on the' Epigraph of My Shack '? Our lord sent me a letter from Jade Sea City saying that he is determined to get his hands on the 'Epigraph of My Shack'! "the sixth-rank deputy general said.
The prefectural government and the government were in the Great Source Prefecture, but the army was stationed in Jade Sea City to guard against the sea monsters.
"Everyone, stop arguing. Let's work together to deal with Duke Jian Mei first. If he meets Fang Yun, we will have no chance," another person said.
The infighting stopped and everyone looked at Li Wenying.
Li Wenying stood at the front of the carriage, wearing an official's robe, and said firmly, "This book is very useful to me. I can't let you have it!"
"Lord Li, why don't you give us the original 'Tales of the Pillow' and the annotations of the 'Three Character Classic'? Since you are eating meat, you should at least share some soup with us, right? "
Li Wenying said, "Hmph, each and every one of you can't even give me the annotations of the 'Three Character Classic'. As for the 'Tales of the Pillow', I, Li Wenying, have already swallowed it. Who can force me to spit it out? Let's cut the crap. The 'Epigraph of My Shack' is Fang Yun's, and he can decide who to give it to. I, Li Wenying, am not a person who takes things by force. Before coming here, I have prepared something to exchange with him. "
After saying that, Li Wenying took out something from his sleeve.
It was an ink stick that was two fingers thick and half a foot long. Unlike ordinary ink sticks, the surface of this ink stick was covered with fine red blood vessels that seemed to be flowing like fire. On top of the ink stick was a lifelike carving of a dragon head.
"Dragon Blood Ink Stick!" One of the scholars exclaimed in admiration.
Sun Sizheng said, "Your dragon blood ink stick is only the blood of the Demon King Long Sun. It is far inferior to the blood of the Great Demon King Long Sun, let alone the blood of the Sage Dragon. The original 'Epigraph of My Shack' is enough to be immortalized for generations to come. It is of no use to Fang Yun, but it is enough to give Jingguo a few more Hanlin scholars. A low-grade dragon blood ink stick is not enough to exchange for it. If you take out the Dragon Bone Dragon Beard Brush, we will definitely not compete with you. "
Li Wenying snorted, extremely displeased. He had spent a lot of effort to obtain the Dragon Bone Dragon Beard Brush from the Demon King Long Sun. It was much more valuable than the Dragon Blood Ink Stick. If it was refined into a writing treasure, it would be even more powerful. He was unwilling to give it away.
"Although your Dragon Blood Ink Stick can increase the power of battle poems by twenty to thirty percent, it will only last for a few years. I have a High Scholar writing treasure that I can exchange with Fang Shuangjia."
Li Wenying said, "It is just a High Scholar writing treasure. I have a High Scholar writing treasure called 'Demon Sweeping Brush' at home. Although it can only kill demons and not hurt humans, this brush can still increase the power of battle poems by ten percent. "
Everyone was silent. Their status was not low, but much lower than Li Wenying's. It was impossible for them to exchange their High Scholar writing treasures.
Magistrate Sun was unwilling to give up and said, "Fang Yun is only a scholar. He needs to be at least a High Scholar before he can use his High Scholar writing treasure. Even if you give it to him now, it will be useless."
"How far will it be before he becomes a High Scholar? One year or two years? "Li Wenying asked.
Magistrate Sun could not answer. The possibility of Fang Yun becoming a High Scholar in a short period of time was too high.
At this time, Magistrate Wei of the Prefectural Literature Institute suddenly said, "Since this essay is so important and Fang Yun has no use for it, why not donate it to the imperial court and leave it in Jingguo Academy? Imitate the Notre-Dame and let the meritorious officials read it. Isn't this the best of both worlds? "
Many people looked at Magistrate Wei with disgust. Although he was in the Prefectural Literature Institute, he was a lackey of the Left Prime Minister. It was obvious that he was selfish and did not want Fang Yun to benefit.
Li Wenying's face darkened and said, "That essay belongs to Fang Yun. If he wants to donate it, he can. If he doesn't want to donate it, no one can force him. From Magistrate Wei's tone, it seems that you want to exchange it with Fang Yun. What does the Prefectural Literature Institute have to offer? "
Magistrate Wei puffed out his chest and said, "This essay is very important to Jingguo. Since Fang Yun is a scholar of Jingguo, it is natural for him to donate it to the imperial court."
Magistrate Sun sneered, "Magistrate Wei's family has hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, tens of thousands of acres of fertile land, and countless treasures. It is also very important to Jingguo. Since you are also a scholar of Jingguo, then donate it to the imperial court. If you can do it, I will immediately persuade Fang Yun to donate the Epigraph of My Shack. "
"You … you are being unreasonable!" Magistrate Wei said angrily.
Li Wenying's sword-like eyebrows moved and his eyes were like ice. He said slowly, "Before I get angry, you better get lost. Tell that old dog, the Left Prime Minister, that if he dares to touch Fang Yun, I will slaughter his whole family! "
The surroundings were dead silent. This was the Duke of Jian Mei. He would tolerate anything that was reasonable and had evidence. However, he would not be polite to people like Magistrate Wei who tried to stir up trouble and scheme against Jingguo talents.
The scholars were so scared that they lowered their heads. They thought that the Duke of Jian Mei who almost killed a dragon was indeed terrifying. He even dared to threaten the first minister of the imperial court.
On the other hand, the officials were relatively calm. Li Wenying's position was not as high as the Left Prime Minister, but his ambition was to suppress demons and not the imperial court. They were both scholars. The Left Prime Minister was more talented, but if they fought to the death, Li Wenying had a higher chance of winning.
Wind and Rain Sword Poem Li Wenying had the ability to threaten the Left Prime Minister.
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